Mary and me, Part 4

Sleepy me

Have not told you yet about my 36th birthday, where she, Mary, was the only guest. The guest of honour so to speak. Well, it might be too intimate to tell. So you´ll have to wait. I´ll ask Mary first.

I hope I ain´t gonna hurt Mary in any way. Once, when we were supposed to go to Uspenski Cathedral, I didn´t go, nor did I answer her calls. She left some messages in my answering machine. I got back to her the next day. I was so ashamed.

I had been sleeping whole Saturday. My rhythm was gone for five days or more. She took my apology more than well. But still I think she was at least a bit hurt.

Sometimes my rhythm comes and goes. But I don´t mean to hurt anybody. Still I´ve done it several times in the past. When I was studying, when I was working. I think it is the way I am, sometimes.

I just counted the pages of my miniature silver-colored note book. 41 pages. Let´s see, that´ll make four stories for my blog. It has been good company for me on lots of lonely nights and days.

Lots of coffee drunk, some cigarettes smoked. I hope some of you, my readers, haven´t felt too bad about these stories. But still that´s just the way I am. Luckily it is a free blog. So there will be no refund.